This is a song about "My shit"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

You don't mean that, you faggot

All my niggas still drilling shit

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

She leave her hair in the sink

Cross that shit off my checklist

That's cause all my shit dope

Used to find dope in his coat

Your playing my shit on repeat

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

If you say my scripts are shit, bitch you dont know your shit

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Imagine you in my shoes, going through all of my shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket